Candy

The long road ahead was only lit with a single light,/ But luckily I had my two crazy friends right in sight./ One a scarecrow, the other a lion, and I the doll./ What did this mischievious night fall have in for us all?//

So on we went ringing doorbells and receiving candy,/ Coming up with ways to keep our night fun and dandy./ We checked out the lighted pumpkins and the numerous dead,/ When we soon noticed a distant, yet, unfamiliar head.//

His attire was eniterly black from head to toe./ His eyes like beady little candy corns;was he a foe?/ His stalker-like ways became known as he approached closer,/ And we ran fast from him not wanting to be stalked, no sir.//

Who was this man? Why was he chasing us? And where was us?/ No sight of my scarecrow or my lion, isn't that jus?/ I cut a corner terrified, scared crazy, and full blown./ I didn't know much at that point except I was alone.//

Then abruptly he came around the corner and we crashed./ I fell down hard to the ground, my body swollen and lashed./ I saw his red smile, almost like twisters, the sweet kind./ I was hungry, forgot everything, and I dind't mind.//

He lent me a hand, a hand covered with sugar crystals./ I was reluctant, but my head blew up with small pistols./ I could hear the sour patch kids calling from his pocket./ Their sounds and smells got so strong and I wanted to stop it.//

Then I froze; that man standing in front of me was now known./ Those scents were familiar and his true colors were now shown./ My own realization of what was happening scared me./ I looked up and no one was there but the scent; where was he?//

My legs began to work and shot me up with abrupt force./ Then once again I was alone, I had to be, of course./ But then I heard my mother call my name once, twice, three times./ She was no where to be seen, the opposite of those mimes.//

Suddenly, water overtook me and I couldn't see./ I opened my wet eyes to see people surrounding me./ "She's awake" they said as I saw candy wraps all gleaming./ Wraps from the candy I was eating; was I just dreaming?//

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I really like this! (and i found it hahaha :P) the slashes are a little distracting though. to be honest im not completley sure what went on in the poem, but at the same time i still enjoyed it. which is a gift in and of itself. it seems a bit like mine in the way that it is a story within a story... atleast i think? either way i really enjoyed it!

I like it. My favorite bit of it was the very last words ' was i just dreaming?' It ends the poem on a good note and still applies with the poem on a whole. Its telling the story about a girl/boy on halloween night and it rhymes awel!! Great work! Good poem for halloween too!!